Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

“That is enough.” The way he said it left no room for argument. “I apologize for the behavior of my wife, we'll be leaving now” he said calmly to Seraphina without looking at her directly. Vanessa pressed her lips together, clearly displeased, but she said nothing more. Seraphina let out a soft, humorless laugh, the sound laced with disbelief. “Wife? Wow, sir.” she walked a little closer to him “That slipped out a little too naturally…how long have you been using it as an excuse?”

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

"Thank you, Beverly. That was soothing, but I'm...fine." Really was I? "Actually, no...I'm not," I added immediately; what use was lying? I picked up the remote and increased the volume of the cartoon show Velma and Daniel were now arguing about. God bless their souls. "I'm not. I'm...anything but!" "Oh..." Beverly moved from her seat to mine. "Tell me about it." And I would become a typical woman who was still hung up on her ex-husband's actions from five years ago. I should be allowed to do that much, right? Rant about it until I finally reached a certain point of closure.

"Who's a stranger to you? I'm Freddie, your—" "Ex-husband," I cut him off, giving him a half-smile as he frowned. I couldn't explain it, but something in his expression softened at my words, almost as if his attitude had shifted.

Perhaps that will make him change his mind about being unfaithful. “The divorce papers, Ellodie,” he blurts out indifferently. “I want a divorce.” Her jaw drops and she takes a step backward. She didn't see that coming. Divorce? What happened to the changes between them these past few weeks? Is this because of Jessica? How can he do this? “Di… Divorce?” Ellodie finds herself stuttering as she clenches her stomach as though it will vanish into thin air. He nods and darts his eyes towards her.

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

Hunter pressed the play button. “My dear Freya, if you're watching this right now, it means I'm already dead. My greatest regrets we're not being able to tell my only daughter how much I love her, before death took her away from me. I was angry about her choices, out of anger I disowned her, what I should have done was to draw her nearer and show her my love. I wanted to take you in when Teress died but I could not bring myself to do it. I was not a great father to your mother and I was scared I would be a terrible father to you. Now the doctors have told me I don't have any time left and I realized that I never met my granddaughter, time passed by so quickly and I realize that you're my onl

“What exactly is the problem? Did someone send you a love message? Finally, my friend is getting married while I got divorced. That’s fine. I can be your marriage counselor from experience.” “Marriage, my foot!” Jessica scoffed. “After what that jerk did to you, you think I’m interested in marriage?” “Don’t talk like that. You can’t judge every book by its cover.” “Mrs. Counselor, please look at the screen and stop giving me a lecture.” Ella leaned closer to the laptop. Her playful expression slowly faded as she read the message. “An investor?” Jessica nodded. “Yes. And not just any investor.”

* One year married. We were on the roof again. Same fire pit. Different life. Ethan poured wine. “Remember that text?” he asked. “Yeah.” “Remember being scared?” “Yeah.” He took my hand. Kissed the ring. “Remember choosing me anyway?” “I do,” I said. Below us, the city. Above us, stars. Around us, peace. Revenge ended in a courtroom. Healing started in the kitchen. Love started here. On the rooftop. In the quiet atmosphere. With him.

On the night Elena discovered she was pregnant, her husband, Nathan Hudson, demanded a divorce because his mistress, Aurora, was allegedly pregnant. Framed for a fatal accident years ago and abandoned without a penny, Elena was kidnapped and left to die at sea, a tragedy that claimed her brother Daniel's life.  Six years later, Elena returns to New York as the powerful Vice President of Carter Group, mother to a son, and armed with an icy determination for revenge. She isn't back for love; she wants Nathan and Aurora to pay for every tear she shed and for Daniel's death. But as Elena puts her plan into action, Nathan discovers she is alive, realizes the horrifying truth of his past mistak